Within the woven fringes of stellar dusk, where void-black wraps its breathless final sighs, dance the auroral echoes.
The sky ribbons kaleidoscopic symphonies, a prelude to the eons lost in their ascent.
"Does the Polaris weep at the edge of time 'til dawn brink anew her eternal slumber?"
"When moons collide in emptiness, do asteroids weave constellations from light’s chill embrace?”
Stelarc Cadences